The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung long

The last time she spoke to me

Her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest

But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before

And if time could heal the wounds

I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more

The last time I walked with her her laughter was the steeple bells

That ring to greet the morning sun a voice that called to everyone

To love the ground we walked upon those were good days

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The last time I held her hand her touch was autumn spring and summer and winter too

The last time I let go of her she walked a way into the night

I lost her in the misty streets a thousand months a thousand years

When other lips will kiss her eyes a million miles beyond the moon that's where she is

The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked alone

The last time she kissed my cheek her lips were like the wilted leaves

Upon the autumn covered hills resting on the frozen ground

The seeds of love lie cold and still beneath a battered marking stone it lies forgotten